It was Yoongi.

Throughout the whole week, he had never made any contact with me. But when we passed in the halls briefly, I could see him staring at me from my peripheral view; however, when I turned to look at him, he always looked away with a disinterested look.

So least to say, him knocking at my door on a Sunday is a bit of a surprise.

He suddenly made eye contact with me through the peephole and I didn't have enough time to duck.

"I know you're there now. P- Please let me in. We need to talk." He stated without breaking contact with the peephole. I backed up and automatically unlocked the door.

Why? It was automatic! I didn't even think about it, but it was too late to shut it since I already had it part way open.

There he was with his light grey sweatshirt and black sweatpants. He had on dark grey slides with white socks. His hair was a bit tousled and his face was as stoic as ever. He didn't even make a reaction once I opened the door. Even though his expression kept calm, the fumbling of his hands told me he seemed a bit anxious at the very least.

I just stared at him as he stared back. When he didn't say anything, I made a gesture for him to say something.

Rolling his eyes he said, "May I please come in?"

Not with that attitude.

I leaned forward and smugly smiled, before shaking my head slowly, all while maintaining eye contact. I watch his eye twitch in response. He doesn't make a move to say anything else so I start to back up and reach over to close my door.

"Look I don't know what else you want me to say alright. I just really need to talk to you, but I don't want to do that right at your doorway where the others could be eavesdropping at this very moment." His earnestness causes me to stop my action and note his slumped form. I let out a sigh and open the door widely, making a gesture for him to enter. He does so slowly and cautiously, as if I had traps laid out.

I should do that huh.

Once he enters far enough, I close the door gently. Turning to him, I see him looking at the paused scene on the television. It was very prominent because I turned off all the lights, leaving my string lights to brighten the room. I cough into my hand to get his attention and he turns to me. 

I didn't care for the dark lighting, but at the angle we were stood at, the twinkling of the string lights and the lucent brightness from the television hit against Yoongi's pallid skin and defined his features in the shadowed room.

I didn't notice I was admiring his features until he spoke.

"Alright. I am not good at this, like at all." I crossed my arms and leaned against the door, waiting for him to continue. He looked so uncomfortable just watching my silent form, showing no indication that I would respond.

He sighs and continues, "I know everything I did was wrong. Judging you, being rude to you, lying about you. I just- I'm sorry alright." He finishes by crossing his arms defensively. He was vulnerable and I could tell. The act of saying sorry was hard for him, but I know he has more to say. He is capable of going on, but needs to break down that wall of his and explain how he feels.

So I just stay in my position, poker-faced.

He stares at me, waiting to see my reaction. I just stare back, unmoving. He is getting frustrated due to the furrow in his eyebrows. He also starts shifting his position from one leg to the other every couple of seconds. 

We sit in silence for about 3 minutes, yet I know his mind is screaming.

I may not know how to read people well. I may not know Yoongi that well.

But at this moment, I could tell he had so many emotions bottled up. Too many.

"Aren't you going to say anything? Can you stop ignoring me? Or the others! I dragged them into yelling out at you. Screaming at you. Defriending you! They didn't mean to act like that! I pushed them to act like that alright! Don't hurt them and ignore them just because I was stupid and made you look bad. Be rude to me, not them! I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry. That's what you wanted right? Or is it thank you for saving me? Thank you, thank you, thank you. I owe you my life. Have you forgiven them now? Can you speak to them and forgive them now!" His voice raised every few moments as his face started to fluster. He abruptly paused and stared at me with anger. But there was also desperation. I didn't move. I listened.

He dropped his hands and took a few steps forward. I could tell he wanted to leave, but I blocked the door.

"Let me out. I said I'm sorry. I said thank you. You don't have to forgive me or notice me. The others are hurting though, and... and I hate that." He looked at the floor and spoke with a quieter voice with a tone of defeat. We continued to stay silent and now he needed that push.

"Why?"

It was clear and cut through the air from the tense silence that constricted it. Like an arrow whizzing through a foggy clearing, I spoke.

He looked up at me with eyes that seemed a bit lost. I didn't speak any other words. I know he heard me as well. His hands turned into fists at his sides and he hesitated.

Then he broke his wall.

"I- I don't like them hurt. I love them all. They loved me so much, even though I am the way I am. Everything about them is ethereal. They accepted me and were people I could rely on. My father left when I was born, and I was left with my mother. She hates me. Reminded me everyday that I was a mistake. Says if she wasn't pregnant with me, my father would have stayed. She drank a lot too and you know what they say. The truth of the things you don't want to say come out when you are drunk. She always said what was on her mind. She is a quiet person that bottles emotions up... like me, but she can speak freely when she doesn't know she is. I'm never feeling fine everytime they ask me if I am. I am a mistake y/n... Yet, the others didn't see that. It's not just because I'm their soulmate and I know that. They saw something. They brought out the best pieces of trash in me and made use of every single thing. I thank them for that, so much." He took a breath. Throughout his speech, his gaze had been set on the ground.

"You. You came into the picture so quickly. I didn't have time to really analyze the situation. I just heard the word 'threat' on repeat whenever I saw you with us. Them. The seven of us are really close. Obviously if we are all soulmates together, but we didn't let anyone, really, into our group. Yeah we have friends outside, but they are not as close. You moved in suddenly and I know they all took a liking to you. They all felt a connection with you. It scared me." 

He took a few deep breaths before continuing.

"Not even a week later, Taehyung was already cuddling with you. He doesn't cuddle anyone except us. He will hug but only at times that are appropriate. He cuddled you though. Jungkook is so shy around girls. He is alright with guys, but he is terrified of girls. Yet, he may have been a bit hesitant with you, he wasn't ever terrified. He grew comfortable with you. Jimin, although small, has rarely ever shared food with anyone. Only with us does he trust to share with, yet he shared food with you on multiple occasions. Namjoon isn't too specific. But if it counts, on the first day you met, he invited you to sit and philosophically rant. He is a shy giant and to express his ideas about the universe to a stranger, a girl nonetheless, must've been way out of his comfort zone. Hoseok is an amazing dancer and isn't afraid to show it. Obviously with his performances. However, he never shows a choreography that is unfinished. It bothers him too much to show someone if he can't finish dancing the whole song. He only allows Jimin to because Jimin can help him come up with moves. Hoseok let you sit in and try dancing the unfinished parts that one time, even though you suck at dancing. He told me about it right after because he couldn't help but explode over how 'cute' you were. Jin now. Yes, Jin cooks a lot and enjoys it, but he has never shared his cooking with anyone other than us. He makes your lunches now and even occasionally invited you for dinner. They all shared something special with you. I noticed and it brought my anger out more towards you."

He takes another few breaths after his speech and the information dump that left his mouth had me stunned. All the points he noted are specific. He is really observant. It also showed me just how open the boys are to me, without my noticing.

"You heard all those points I said. Each of them were growing closer to you. Too close. I hated it. The guys were really all I had, all that inspired me to keep going. We were tight-knit together. Our lives were interwoven and it took a lot to get to where we are, especially in our big relationship with each other. So much back-lash and problems that we had to overcome. We were together though. Then you arrived and they started to understand you and grow closer to you. I couldn't handle it. So many what-ifs piled up in my brain. The main one convincing me was if you had the power to break us apart. I couldn't risk it. You were too close and I had to stop it because of my fear. So I did just that. My mind just made you a horrible person so breaking their connection off from you wouldn't be too bad. I thought you were stuck-up, too stupid, a gold-digger. I promise at the beginning, I saw you as an okay person, but as time progressed I was clouded with such bad views of you!" He didn't dare to look up and spoke as if in a trance. His breathing was slowed down as he prepared his next words.

"You saved me by pushing me out of the way of that car. Even after all the guys ignored you... and you knew we were soulmates. Even with my rude attitude and me ignoring you all the time. Even though I said such rude words to you. Even though I thought so badly of you, you pushed me out of the vehicle's way. You yourself could have gotten badly hurt if you were a second too late or you didn't shove me enough. Now that I finally discovered that you are our missing soulmate, I can't believe I yelled at you that horribly afterwards! The others told me what happened after you ran off and I realized that you weren't anything I thought you to be. You risked your freaking life for me and I took into account every action you showed me throughout these weeks of knowing you. I told the guys the truth. I had to. They were so disappointed... but they stayed with me. Why? I was so rude to you! Why are they so understanding. Why aren't they ignoring me and telling me it's all my fault! Why are they rubbing off on me! Why are you rubbing off on me." He trailed off at the end and directed his gaze directly to mine.

"To add to the list, I have never apologized or spoken about my feelings so greatly with anyone. I've briefly tried with the others, but never have I gone this far. Never have I spoken so much. Y/n, you don't understand how much you impacted our lives within the small amount of time we've known each other. I'm sorry. Thank you." He ended with a candid yet vulnerable expression.

I returned his look with my own perplexed expression as I had to get one question out of the way.

"W-Why did you treat me so harshly if we were... well, soulmates?" I whispered out the last word as if it was Voldemort's name.

He instantly tensed up and a flush ran over his cheek as he glanced away. His hand automatically came up to rub the nape of his neck as he hesitated over his next words.

"I- well. After I fell down the stairs, I had a mild concussion which caused me to forget certain pieces of the event. I thought you pushed me down on purpose... and I had completely blanked out on the- the kiss."

"O-oh."

He guiltily dropped his hand from his neck and fumbled both his hands together.

"We-Well, I got my memory back, umm, last week. I just didn't know how to face you." He kept glancing away.

"Oh." I turned away too and felt a burn against my cheek as I felt my embarrassment grow. Of course he didn't like me.

We both stayed silent as an awkward air settled around us and encased us in a sense of discomfort since neither one of us would move or look at each other.

I was starting to get restless and was about to sum up my courage to tell him that 'it's fine' but he beat me to the punch.

"I... I accept you as my soulmate, y/n. The real question is if you should even give me the chance of acceptance. I was so horrible to you. I'd understand if you reject me."

I swiped my tongue over my lips as they suddenly felt dry once I glanced over at Yoongi and was held captive under his gaze.

"I- could you give me some time? There's a lot of things that have happened... I don't want to decide for sure yet."

"I understand. But just know that from now on, I'm going to treat you the way I should've treated you. The right way this time."

He returned my astonished stare with a determined one.

I bit my lip and hesitated, but couldn't hold back as I rushed forward and hugged him tightly. The tight ache in my chest that I had grown accustomed to was instantly suppressed as soon as we made contact. After a moment, I felt his arms wrap around my back as my arms tighten on his waist. His head nuzzles on top of my head and I lean up to his ear.

Softly whispering, I said, "Thank you, for letting me hear what's on your mind and speaking to me."

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We hugged for the last five minutes. I think. It's just been a long time since we have been hugging. He never let go of the hug as his arms never loosened their grip. He suddenly shifts his leg which causes us to lean the other way.

"C-Can we sit on the couch. I, uh, well my legs are getting tired." Yoongi stutters a bit. I nod in response and feel his hold loosen.

"I'm comfortable, let's just shuffle over to the couch. I'll stand on your feet and you walk us over." I suggest as I lay my head in the dip of his neck.

"Really?" He asks as I once again, nod in response.

"O-Okay. Stand on my feet then." He orders as I slowly adjust myself to balance on him. Once I am holding on tightly, he starts waddling over to the couch. I couldn't help but giggle at the thought that the Yoongi that had been glaring at me for the past few weeks was currently awkwardly carrying me to the couch.

Once we reach it, he hesitates on how to sit down with the both of us as he turns us around in front of the couch. I step off of him and turn his back to the couch before pushing him to sit. He falls onto the cushion with a thud.

"Hey! Wha-" His words are cut off as I straddle his lap and resume my position in the nape of his neck and my arms around his waist.

"Y/n! I- you can't jus-"

"But I can. Let's just cuddle. Don't move me either." I mumbled as I brought a hand up to stroke the tufts of his hair. He doesn't respond verbally, but slowly brings his arms to rest on the sides of my waist as he wavers before setting his head on top of my head.

"Does this mean you at least forgive me?"

I pause and think about everything. How did my resolve crumble in such a short amount of time? It's like my heart took the reigns and tied up and gagged my brain in the back as all I could feel was elated to be in Yoongi's arms.

"I don't know why I've accepted you so easily. I really don't."

"Oh. I-it might be because of the soulmate bond. What you are feeling is the same thing I am. Being so long apart and ignoring each other has just caused us to feel strongly about each other now. You may not be in the right state of mind to forgive me... but I can wait. I also understand if you can't."

We stay silent after that. I don't think I can be ripped from him even if I wanted. I sigh and just accept his presence for now before dealing with the result tomorrow.

"Do you want to watch something? You can if you want." I sleepily murmur.

"No thanks. You're sleepy, huh." He says with tiredness in his voice.

"Yeah, and I know you are too. The remote should be on the arm of the couch. Turn off the T.V. Let's nap together." He does as told and the room is now dim with only the fairy lights providing the lights.

We rest for a few moments and I am on the verge of drifting to sleep before I hear him say, "It feels nice to rest here with you. I can't believe I've been avoiding this."

Smiling, I snuggle further in, as if it's possible, and mumble, "I'm glad you opened up to me. I know we have to discuss our positions on this situation tomorrow, but please don't keep things bottled up. Talk to me or the others if possible. If you're feeling slightly 'not fine' then look for me and I will do whatever it takes to brighten your day. Promise me." Some words were a bit too soft but he nodded nonetheless.

"I- I promise."

"Good. Now shhhh, I'm napping."

He let out a small chuckle and murmurs, "Hey. That's my line."

I softly smile and succumb to sleeping in Yoongi's arms.

It just felt right.

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A/N: This was a whole histrionic chapter- phew! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter because it was honestly a bit emotional for me to write and edit. 

You guys were so sweet when I had the issues regarding Wattpad's glitches with my story and thank you for that. This story is safe and secured, but it was a scary thing to think about when it almost got deleted.

Also thank you for the many tips on relaxing and destressing. If any of you guys ever feel sad or stressed out, take a deep breathe and focus on what needs to be done. If you want a few tips, go onto Chapter 60's question and read through some of those and you guys are always welcome to add more tips. 

Stay sharp and smile a bit. Never know how happy a smile can make you until you try it :)))

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